I get awefully sad, knowing your poems are not about me.

Who needs knives, i've got the last words you said to me... and they're as sharp as ever...

It's funny how the tears know better than to shed themselves

We are all too young to have to feel like this..

I hate that I can't hate you cz it still feels surreal to me .
So don't expect me to get over something I can't accept .

I never thought that the times & the distances
between us made you so much colder .

No . They don't always see the real me .
That's why they don't understand me enough .

Sometimes , it feels like death is the only option .

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not, no one ever really has.

I wish that he could fall in love with me like i fell in love with him